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Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2023 22:54:49 -0800
From: Hey All <heyallstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Flight Layover with Mom (bisexual, incest)

"Flight Layover with Mom" by HeyAll


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This story is told from three perspectives:  son / mom / sister


***


~~~~~ The Pilot Son ~~~~~


Heads turn whenever my mother walks through an airport terminal.   She's
so magnetic that I expect electronic devices to go flying through
security.  Flight attendants always get attention, but my mother is
taller than most women and she used to be a ballerina, which sets her
apart.


I know the reactions she gets because I recently became a pilot for the
same airline.  She paid for my flight school and the hours of training.
She also used her connections to help me land this job.  When I got hired
months ago, my mother introduced me to people in the industry, from
flight attendants to other pilots.  Her name is Natalie, but her
colleagues call her Nattie as a term of endearment.


After checking in, I board the plane and there's a small celebration
amongst the cabin crew.   Apparently this is the first flight being
worked by a mother and son.  I didn't think it would be a big deal, but
the captain and other attendants thought it was amusing.  They greet me
with a small cake and the attendants give me a kiss on the cheek.


I sit in the cockpit, and before takeoff, my mother comes and brings her
lips to my ear.


"Congratulations, big boy," she says.  "You've become a man."

She gives me a kiss on the cheek, closer to my mouth, and I know it's
going to leave a lipstick mark.  She laughs and so does the captain.
When my mother steps out of the cockpit, I can hear her giggling with the
other attendants.  I've heard the stories of what happens in this
industry and I often wonder if there's a side to her that she keeps
hidden.


~~~~~~ The Flight Attendant Mother ~~~~~~


Hotel rooms are the perfect arrangement for this kind of side hustle.  I
never show my face, that's the number one rule.  Sometimes I'll use my
voice.  I'm halfway through a masturbation session with the live webcam
pointed at my body.  I have exactly 8,534 viewers at the moment and I'm
sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs open.  The background shows
my impeccably organized hotel room.


My flight attendant uniform is spread across the bed, right next to me.
My prized possession.  It's the reason my show is one of the most viewed
on the website, because I'm an actual flight attendant and this isn't
cosplay.   I keep my audience updated on social media with pictures from
around the world, erotic selfies in the uniform, and images of my legs
inside the airplane cabin.


In today's world, right or wrong, the webcam industry is booming and
women are using it as a means of steady income.  Many flight attendants
dip their toes into this industry.  To me, the extra income is nice, but
money isn't my primary motivation, it's being adored by an online
audience.  Being an exhibitionist is my aphrodisiac.


Casual sex is also a secret thing in the flight industry.  Pilots often
have their pick of flight attendants.  Flight attendants often play with
each other.  Threesomes or gangbangs happen on occasions.  I know a few
women who love having a train run on them.  Always in a hotel during a
layover.  Sometimes foreplay happens during a flight while passengers are
sleeping.  I should emphasize that this is far from the majority, I'd
call it an active minority.


I'm not here to impugn the reputation of the flight industry, but the
fact is, we travel frequently, we spend a lot of time in close quarters,
and we often have a lot of downtime in between flights.  People have
sexual desires.  Things happen.  That's a fact of life.



My orgasm triggers a flood of tips.  My screen lights up with gold coins
and dollar signs and the dinging sound follows.  My toes curl and I
straighten my long legs while I cum.  I take a moment to recover with my
hand resting on my crotch.  The flight leaves in a few hours and the
audience enjoys watching me getting dressed.  Black stockings, sheer
undergarments, and of course the uniform.


This is a hotel in Rome during a layover.


***


The plane lands in Seoul, South Korea, and today's layover is expected
to be around 14 hours.  Based on recent weather reports we could be
staying longer.   Even though weather patterns can be tracked more
accurately in the modern age, there are still times when snowstorms can
develop unexpectedly. Airports may need to close their runways due to
snow accumulation or de-icing operations.


We exit the plane after a long flight from San Francisco and that feeling
of disorientation is something you get accustomed to.  Every time flight
attendants wear the uniform, it means we're representing the airline, so
we head through the terminals with our appearances right.  After clearing
customs and security through a private line, we take a shuttle to our
hotel.


During the ride, a few women express remorse that we can't visit the
downtown area of one of the most beautiful countries in the world because
of the oncoming snow, but oh well.  There's always next time.


The first thing I do in my hotel is connect to the internet and get on my
social media page, the one I use for my alter-ego.


`I'm coming online in 10 minutes.  See you then!'


Web camming these days is a breeze. Technically, I can do everything with
my laptop, but I attach a small video camera for close-ups and different
angles. It also has a significantly higher resolution, which is why the
top online performers have such spectacular video streams.


The show begins after getting the technical things worked out, and I
start by using the bathroom with the door open, then unpacking my luggage
to get settled into the room, all without showing my face.  People are
always hooked on the mundane tasks.  It's true voyeurism. I tell them
it's a brief show because I'm meeting with colleagues for dinner
later.


I masturbate wearing my uniform after the goal of 20,000 tokens is
reached.  It's a simple, yet fulfilling affair, as I place the camera in
the center of the bed and keep my legs spread, with two fingers doing the
work.   I cum fast today, partly because my body craves the release,
partly because I need dinner.


My son is landing here from Melbourne and he'll be staying at this same
hotel.  I hadn't seen him in almost a month and we're hoping for a
brief reunion, which is dependent on the changing weather conditions.  If
the snow storm hits early, his flight may be diverted.


I climax and wet the bed sheet, which is another thing my audience likes
seeing, wetness.  Sometimes I pee for them.  The comments on the screen
agree that it was an amazing show.  I thank them verbally and tell them I
have to go, that I'll have time for another show before the flight
leaves tomorrow, assuming we're able to make it out.


I take a quick shower and change into something casual for a hot pot
dinner.  I walk down the hall and knock on the door.  Carmella answers,
also fresh from a shower.  Inside the room, Juliet and Aya are dressed
for dinner, but they're on their knees giving blowjobs to these two
middle-aged white guys.  The ladies bob their heads while the guys are
sitting on each bed.


"They're pilots from a German airline," Carmella says.


"Are they joining us for dinner?"


"I don't know.  Maybe."

"For that kind of head, they should be buying us dinner."

She laughs.  "You know something, you're right."

I sit on a chair to watch.  The pilots look at me, they like that I'm
watching their debauchery.  But ultimately their attention returns to the
blowjobs they're getting.  Juliet and Aya are some of the best in the
business when it comes to layover head.  These guys are almost sweating.


When they cum, their faces twist and they squeeze the blankets they're
sitting on, before relaxing and feeling dazed, hoping to maintain their
dignity.  The men join us for dinner after I extend an invitation.


A while after dinner I'm alone in my hotel room.  My son will be
arriving in a few hours and I decide to sleep and give him a hug later.
With the direction of the weather, it looks like we'll both be trapped
here.  As I lay in bed, I think of Juliet and Aya giving their
world-class blowjobs to those pilots.


Once again, as a friendly reminder, these kinds of interactions are
limited in the flight community, but it's like a club.  Once you're in,
you're in.  So of course I've wondered if anyone had initiated my son
into this lifestyle.  Based on his flight schedule I'm sure he's had
plenty of opportunities.


I close my eyes and drift to sleep.  Perhaps I should give him pointers,
you know, as a courtesy.  Guidance.  Mothers often have `the talk' with
their sons regarding sex, maybe I'll have to do something similar to
avoid future problems.  Because make no mistake about it, this kind of
lifestyle invites drama.


***

Okay, here's another dirty secret about me.  My sister Elsa knows about
this.  The webcam.  Everything.  It's a long story but we occasionally
eat each other out.  We've tried curbing our dirty habits but we've
only had moderate success at stopping.  Some things are too appetizing to
stop, you know?


We're different people, I'm obsessed with fashion, while Elsa is a
software developer.  She has that boring, easy going, wonkish quality to
her.  Not that there's anything wrong with those traits.  It's that no
one in her life would believe that incest is her thing.  Our first time
trading mouths was her doing.  Granted, she was nervous about it,
nonetheless it was her pursuit.  A slight majority of our encounters
thereafter were from her request.


A few minutes ago I awoke to the news that my son is already in his hotel
room.  I'd also gotten text/email notification from the airline's
internal communication systems that our flight had been delayed by
another 12 hours.  It's a blessing and a curse.  Blessing because I get
to spend extra time with my son.  Curse because it raises the prospect
that he'd be offered a blowjob, sex, or gangbang spot before I can set
him straight.


While laying in bed, I use my laptop to video call my sister.  It's
around 5 a.m. in Seoul which means it's mid-afternoon at my sister's
location.  She answers the video call in her office and wears earbuds.
Her eyes always light up when seeing my messy long hair and scantily clad
body.


I tell her everything on my mind; that I'm going to visit my son's
hotel room, that I'll perhaps get on cam later, the big flight delay,
and the situation with my son's lifestyle.  I always count on Elsa for
the best advice because she gives analytical insight.


"You're right," she says.  "You should probably sit down with him and
explain the situation.  I'm surprised you haven't already.  Listen, sex
is like drugs, we both know that.  Donovan will eventually start a family
and if he's addicted to random hookups, that's bad, bad news."


"Exactly what I'm afraid of."

"So you'll talk to him?"

"It would be an interesting way of greeting him."

"A bummer for sure," she says.  "He'll think about how much sex
he'll be missing."

"That's assuming he hasn't done anything already."

"Unless..."


"Unless what?" I ask.


"How often do your flights converge?"

"Not often.  Today is a chance encounter.  We've worked the same
flights a few times.  We could try to request more, but we agreed to have
separate careers."

"Do you want to fly with him more?"


"That would be nice, but again, we agreed to have separate careers.
Donovan wants to be his own man, not being the son of the hot flight
attendant."


Elsa's eyes narrow.  "You see, there's your answer."

"What?"

"Invite him into your world.  That way, you control everything.  Let the
other flight attendants know that Donovan is off limits.  You become his
prize."

"Elsa."

"Think about it," she says.  "Tell him that if he messes around other
women between flights, the deal is off."

"I'm his mother."

"Precisely."

"I should tell your boss how fucked up you are."

She fires back, "I should tell your boss that you webcam in your
uniform."

"Touche."

"Just think about it," she says.  "It's a solid plan."


"The only reason you're suggesting this is because you want to hear the
stories."


"What can I say?  The incest gene is powerful."


"I'll consider it.  There is a level of twisted logic to this."

"When are you going to see him?" she asks.

"Less than an hour.  I need to catch him before he goes to sleep.
We'll be stuck here for the day because of the snow storm."

"Wear the skirt.  No panties under.  Then sit across from him while you
talk.  Track his eye movements.  If his eyes drift down, then you're in
business."

"He's going to look regardless.  My legs never miss."


Our back and forth continues until someone knocks on Elsa's office door
and she mutes the audio.  I watch the video screen of her talking.  Every
so often her eyes glance at the screen, to my nipples when I open my top
-- I love distracting her -- then she ends the call when she has to
leave.


I get out of bed and use the bathroom.  I keep everything light and
follow my sister's advice about wearing a skirt with no bottom.  I'm
still not totally convinced that this is a good idea, but I'll keep my
options open.


After settling on my appearance, I go three floors up and walk down the
hall, then knock on the door.  Donovan answers and I give him a hug.
He's always happy to see me, but like most young men with domineering
mothers, he's preparing himself mentally for the annoyance of being
asked how he's doing all the time.  I tend to be overbearing these days.


He's dressed in something casual and he's about to nap, but I tighten
the hug, telling him I need a moment of his time.  I maintain the hug
with my face against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and also wondering
if he's secretly attracted to me.  My sister's advice never leaves my
mind.


"Do you have any plans later?" I ask.  "Odd question, but I'm
curious."

"Yeah, sure, there are always plans.  Our flight is grounded because of
the snow storm."


"Same.  But are you meeting up with anyone?"

"Yeah, the rest of the crew.  Why?  Do you want to eat together?"

I release the hug and step back, sensing something's off. I can almost
feel his mischievous energy, even though he's a grown man who co-pilots a
747. Men are the same deep down, their intentions are always clear,
though they get better at hiding them with age.


"Are you dating anyone?" I ask.


"That was random.  No, I'm single.  Too busy to date, as you can see."

"I meant with anyone in the crew.  A flight attendant, perhaps?"

"You're acting weird."

For a moment I wonder if I've become a crazy, neurotic mother.   My
judgment might be impaired because of sleep deprivation.  I chide myself
for taking my sister's advice.  Nonetheless I'm already here and I
might as well warn him about the trappings of this lifestyle.


"Have a seat," I say.


He sits on the bed wondering what this is about, and I sit on the chair,
with my legs strategically placed, but closed for now.  The fireworks may
come later if it gets to that point.


"What's this about?" he asks.


"Something you may or may not already know."


I throw caution to the wind and proceed to tell him everything... well,
almost everything.  I don't give him the full history, but I tell him
what happened several hours ago, about how Julia and Aya were casually
giving blowjobs to those German pilots before we had dinner.  And yes, I
used the word `blowjobs' to highlight the main point.  I emphasized how
familiar it was to our group.  I also emphasized that it's only a subset
of flight attendants and pilots who partake.


The story does its job, though I neglect to mention the routine
threesomes and gangbangs.  Also the pussy eating which happens in the
crew rest area during international flights.  These are things Donovan
shouldn't be concerned about at the moment.  What I do with my tongue is
my business.


I most certainly neglect to mention my webcam activities.  It has nothing
to do with him.  Frankly, my webcam lifestyle is nobody's business
except my sister's and the gentleman who files my taxes.  There are some
things a son should never know.


My first impression is that Donovan isn't as shocked as he should be,
which means he already knows to some degree.  I squint at him and he
starts to buckle under the pressure before admitting to an oral fling
with an attendant two weeks ago.


"Was she any good?" I ask.


"In what way?"

"The blowjob."

"Best I've ever had, honestly."

"My point exactly.  Any flight attendant willing to give you head
between flights has a wealth of experience.  That can be dangerous."

"Actually, it was during the flight," he says.

"Well then."

"Is there a reason you're asking?  I mean, why are we having this
conversation?  This seems so random and we've never talked about this
before."

"I've been in this business for a long time, plus I'm your mother.
You might earn more money as a pilot, but I have the experience."

"Of course, I always take your advice."

"This is dangerous," I say.  "This is like flying too close to the
sun.  I want you to have a family, to be a faithful man.  If you dabble
with the wrong woman, at your age, it could get addicting.  You start to
view women as commodities rather than someone special.  So please, if you
get any suggestive invitations to hotel rooms, avoid it.  Run."

"Yeah, sure, I'll avoid it."

An obvious lie, although he doesn't mean to lie.  He could pass a lie
detector test right now that he'll avoid flagrant sex between flights,
but men are men.  Sex is sex.  And mouths and pussies from women in
uniform will always be seductive to him.


"Oh, for fuck's sake."

I pull the ace card by spreading my legs.  I always keep my pubic area
shaved.  Donovan looks -- trying not to ogle, but he does -- and he's
stunned by what I'm showing him.  It's a snap decision that I'll
perhaps regret someday, and before I explain myself to my son, I let him
have a deep gaze so it's crystal clear what we're talking about.  This
is the ultimate prize for anyone.  Apparently, to my son as well.  He's
hypnotized by a pussy.


My sister's words are prescient.  `The incest gene.'  Perhaps it runs
in the family.


~~~~~~ The Voyeur Sister ~~~~~~


Before my career in software development, I wanted to work with cameras.
Film, photography, anything having to do with pictures.  I suppose
that's how it started.  We were young and I was always the camera person
at family events.  I'd ask Natalie if I could take pictures of her, film
her, anything.  She'd always agree.  I've always been obsessed with her
long blonde hair.  It's like something out of a classic Disney cartoon.


Eventually I got serious about my life, so I used my brains and pursued
computer science.  But I never stopped taking her picture or recording
her.  She had always been my secret crush.  Eventually the shots became
more risque, bare shoulders, thighs, a nipple here and there.  That's
how it started.  Her little pink nipples.


In our late 20's, she realized I was obsessed with her nipples and she
let me suck them, which I did with great apprehension.  She liked the
attention and being worshiped as an older sister.  By our early 30's, we
ate each other out.  That also started from a photography session.  When
her career as a flight attendant became full-time, we rarely saw each
other and we lived in different cities.


Want to know the truth about Natalie and her webcam hustle?  She's not a
slut.  She doesn't go around sucking random cocks, but she does play
with other women.  The webcam thing started as a way to keep in touch
while she traveled.  We'd watch each other masturbate over video stream
and I suggested she start her own cam show.


The idea materialized after we spent the night together in my apartment.
I rubbed ice on her nipples to watch them grow and took pictures of
them.  While eating her pussy, Natalie confessed that she'd been
considering the webcam, and after making her cum, I showed her the
process.  She was hooked after I'd made her an account.  I'd been
watching her ever since, her shows in between flights, and she'd always
get mad whenever I tipped because she doesn't want my money.


When she told me the situation with her son yesterday, an unholy thought
lept in my mind.  I envisioned Natalie sucking him off -- mother and son
-- then completing the life cycle by fucking.  It's a terrible thing to
encourage but it's a dark vice of mine.


Natalie would be furious if she knew, but I'd vaguely broached the
subject with Donovan before, years ago, testing the water if he was
interested in his mother.  I never thought anything would come of it, at
the time it seemed impossible, but I mentioned to him how attractive
Natalie looked in various outfits.  He'd laugh it off, and I'd laugh
too, but in the back of my mind I knew there was interest.  His reaction
matched how many sons feel about hot mothers.


This morning in bed, I woke up to a wonderful email and read it on my
phone:


~


So it turns out you had a point.  Donnie seemed receptive to these
ideas.  You should have seen his eyes during the conversation, they were
all over me.  I told him about the private sex life of flight attendants,
the whole lifestyle, and he already knows a fraction of what goes on.


Actually he'd gotten a blowjob from a flight attendant before
(mid-flight!).   He refuses to confess anymore and swears that was the
full extent of his actions.  Do i believe him?  I'm not so sure.  Men
always have their secrets when it comes to sex, much like women.  That's
what makes sex fun.


I showed him my pussy and made the offer.  I only did that when I felt
certain he'd take the deal of a lifetime.  Mouth, pussy, whatever keeps
him out of this private world... though ironically... he'd be entering a
new world.  Yes, it's scary doing this with my son.  But overall it's
for the best, I think.  Wouldn't want him getting mixed up with the
wrong women.


My next show is in 2-3 hours.  I think you'll be in the office by then,
be sure to watch.  I'll have a special guest... you might know him... as
my son.  Yes, yes, horrible, I know.  Your words resonated with me and
it's the best option to steer Donovan's cock away from other mouths.
Plus, i'll probably make a small fortune having a penis in my show.
We'll see.


love,


Nattie


~


Some people are addicted to alcohol or gambling, but I'm addicted to
something that stimulates my brain, right down to the core.  The incest
gene.  I arrive at my office early and check my emails.  We're launching
a new product soon, which means we're busy testing everything, including
fixing any last-minute bugs and refactoring code.


On my personal laptop I head to my sister's webcam page.  She isn't
online yet.  I've earned the right to watch porn at work, to be honest,
because I'm a top performer for the company.  I'm a senior software
engineer, a workaholic, and I've led teams on complex projects.  In a
few years I'll become a principal engineer with greater
responsibilities.


That isn't bragging.  I'm showing that people like me have these
interests.


Finally the stream comes to life as Natalie logs on.  She's sitting on
the bed with a view of the contemporary hotel room behind her, with
tanned walls and sleek furniture, bathed in dim lights.  Her face is out
of camera, but I see her long blonde hair draped across each side of her
chest, over her blue and white striped shirt.  The top buttons are undone
and she appears braless.


She's waiting for more viewers to arrive, and in the meantime, she steps
back and flips her skirt up and down, flashing her black panties and
stockings.  I put on earbuds so I can listen to her speaking without
anyone in the office noticing.  She's talking about the flight delay and
how there's a cock show happening soon.


With a day as busy as mine, it's inevitable when a man knocks on my
glass door and I signal for him to enter.  I remove my earbuds, but the
live stream of my sister is still on my laptop.  The man is a subordinate
and he's talking about the minor software bug we have to fix.  I tell
him I'll be there soon.


After he leaves I put the earbuds on and see a cock on screen.  It's my
first time seeing Donovan's penis and it's semi-erect and dangling in
front of my sister's face.  The audience is going wild with comments and
tips.  Before she'd suck on her fingers and plunge them into her pussy.
That was the extent of her show, a solo spectacle of female
self-pleasure.  Now she is going to get penetrated by a young man.


I type a comment that I'm watching and time is of the essence.  Natalie
sees my message on screen, recognizes my username, and she gives a
delicious smile.  I see how timid she is about doing this, her nerves for
doing anything the first time are always apparent.  As I've mentioned,
she's never been a true slut.  She has ethics.  When she cups the balls
and fondles the shaft, it's her first time intimately touching her son
and I listen to the sound of her breathing heavier.  The cock springs to
life and stiffens in her hands.  She licks her lips, getting ready to
suck.


Her red nail polish looks so fucking sexy around a hard dick.  Her long
blonde hair shines, even under the dimmed hotel lights.  When she puts
the swollen head of the dick in her mouth and closes her lips, her
fingers grip tighter as the tips keep making that ringing sound.  I wish
I could see her eyes.  I bet they're sparkling right now, but at the
same time, I know how she must feel about this.  Part of what makes this
so hot is knowing how paradoxical Natalie must feel inside; her curiosity
for sex, the unrelenting love for her son, and wanting to be the best
mother possible.


Ever since the divorce, Donovan has been her world.  Even when she tries
not to be clingy with him and lets him live his own life, she still keeps
a watchful eye on him.  There were times when we were in bed together,
naked after sex -- Natalie and I -- she'd be on her phone scrolling
through Donovan's social media pages to see how he's doing.  I've
always thought that was incredibly sweet of her.  And that made me love
her more.


Now her lips form a careful o-shape, with that lengthy erection going
deeper toward her throat, while she keeps her face out of view.  I see
Donovan's hands stroking her hair and holding it back so the audience
gets a clear view of her mouth.  I used to do the same thing with our
pussy-eating, Natalie's hair is a prime attraction and easy to admire.
She keeps her hands on his thighs while deepthroating and she makes this
gagging noise in between which drives the crowd wild.  I had no idea she
could throat a cock.  A part of me likes to think it's a special treat
she's giving her son, that she's pushing her physical limits to please
him.


I've seen Natalie sucking a cock before, years before she'd gotten
married, and she let me hide in the closet to watch.  I've never seen
her fuck.  After she'd sucked Donovan enough and they hit the right
goals, she is ready to give up her pussy.  She removes her panties but
leaves the skirt on.  The skirt, after all, is part of the show.  The
same with her shirt, which she unbuttons all the way so the center of her
bare chest shows.


When they fuck, it's like acrobats.  Natalie stands straight on one leg,
while her other leg is also straight with her foot on the bed.  Donovan
is behind her and starts fucking like there's no tomorrow.  I mean, this
is some really pent up sex.


Growing up, Natalie was a tall girl and our mother insisted that she
enroll in ballerina classes, and currently that ballerina training is put
to a much different use.  Our mother is now elderly and she'd be
horrified beyond belief if she knew that Natalie uses that ballerina
training for her son.  All those thousands of dollars, those hours of
stretching and posing, now used so that Natalie could spread her pussy
wide for a son's hard cock.  For an online audience.  For me to
watch.


I listen to them moaning, god, that moan of hers.  She makes a different
kind of whimpering sound than she does with me.  Knowing her, I'd
imagine it's because the bond between mother/son is much different than
with sisters.  She birthed this young man, created that cock, and now
that cock is being used to drill her cunt.  Plus I can only give her
pussy-licking, while Donovan is able to pound the cervix he came from,
hitting all the sweet spots.


After they fuck for a while, Natalie gets on her knees while her son
holds the camera to her mouth, careful not to show the rest of her face,
and she starts sucking again.  She's slurping on her pussy fluids.
It's obvious what's about to happen.  The inevitable conclusion to hot
sex.  She sucks and strokes, this time with more fervor.  I can hear
Donovan groaning as his swollen dick starts shooting ropes of cum onto
her tongue and chin.  They both moan.  I'm watching Natalie's open
mouth and extended tongue, catching everything her son gives her.  I
wonder if the young man always cums this much, or if there's something
about a mother that has this effect on a son.


Someone is outside my office, I can see him signaling me to hurry, so I
put my computer to sleep mode and pull my earbuds out.  I take a deep
breath to center myself.  I drink a sip of coffee.  Then I leave my
office, my mind still racing, wetness between my legs.


*


As the workday comes to an end and most people head home, I return to my
office and get back to the computer screen. Their second and final show
had already started and there's no way I'm going to miss the unique
eroticism of incest.


The stream connects and I'd already missed most of the latest show, as
Natalie is on her knees giving a calming blowjob, as if she were in a
meditative state.  She's naked this time, her body is relaxed, and her
long hair is frazzled.  She's wearing bold red lipstick. God, that
lipstick.  She knows that I'm enticed by it.  The camera moves around to
give a nice view of her mouth, which again, avoids showing her face.


Natalie makes a cute humming noise as her cheeks hollow while she's
sucking, which can only mean that Donovan is cumming in her mouth.  Her
head bobs in slow motion, going forward and back, as she gulps several
times in fast succession.  I see her throat moving with each gulp.
Afterward her tongue swirls around the head and licks the shaft, excess
cum dripping down to the carpet.


When she finishes, she brings her mouth to the camera and twirls her
tongue a few more times.  It's the same talented tongue that I've grown
to adore, with fond memories of that tongue between my legs, only now
it's covered in thick white cum.  A smaller load than earlier.  She
closes her lips and gulps and swallows it down, followed by a satisfied
smile, highlighted by her red lipstick.


She blows kisses to the camera and waves goodbye.  I tip her 500 tokens,
and when she sees my account name, she smiles and blows another kiss,
then says, `Evil bitch.'  Her flight is leaving soon, she tells
everyone, and she has to get ready.


Natalie uses a towel and cleans her son's penis.  It's done in the most
affectionate way I've ever seen. She wipes her hands and mouth with the
same towel, then she hugs her son for several long seconds.  To the
audience, it's post-sex tenderness.  To me, I know that it's mother/son
intimacy and she's still processing what they've done.  Donovan wears
his underwear and Natalie hands him the rest of his clothes.  They're
folded, the pants and shirt, and I just know that she was the one who'd
folded them before this session started, because she has a thing about
neatness and proper presentation.  It's a different kind of eroticism
knowing that Natalie folded her son's clothes prior to giving such a
tender blowjob.


I can hear Natalie candidly saying that they'll meet again soon before
their flights depart.  The tone is non-sexual.  The audience probably
thinks he's just some random pilot.  When Donovan leaves the room, the
other show begins.  Watching her get dressed in her flight attendant
outfit is everyone's wet dream.  She walks around the room, still naked
and barefoot, and fixes her hair and gathers her clothes.


She starts with her black bra, then her stockings.  Per a request, she
bends over with her legs and back straight and she flashes her pussy and
asshole.  The labia is brown and thick, but her pussy is light pink.  Her
anus also has the same darker shade with a pink inside.  She wears her
panties and slips on her uniform with practiced ease.  She'd worn this
outfit a million times.


After another wave goodbye, she turns off the camera and I'm left
speechless.  I'd masturbated earlier during an extended bathroom break.
Now, as the office is mostly cleared with people having gone home, I slip
my hand beneath my bottom and touch myself.  It'll take a while to
decompress from having seen real incest.  My dear sister and her charming
son with the big dick.


I scroll down her webcam profile to her picture gallery.  She has several
pics of herself in uniform and I find something that titillates me.  A
selfie with her breasts showing, those dainty pink nipples exposed,
during a flight when the lights are turned down so people can sleep.  She
was in the crew's rest area during that picture.  I touch myself,
fingers going deep, and I think about her nipples and lips.


What makes me cum is thinking about Natalie's mouth loaded with cum.
Remember, whoever is reading this, she's your flight attendant who
ensures your comfort and safety in the skies.  She caters to your needs
as she walks down the aisles.  She's excellent at her job.  She does
everything with a smile.  Like anyone else, she has her secrets.  Beneath
her bra are pink nipples which are most likely erect from erotic
thoughts.  Beneath her panties is a pussy that was fucked by her own
son.  And her mouth.  Could you notice that faint, musty aroma when she
asks if you'd like a drink?   Would you guess that the aroma came from
her son's ejaculation?


The End


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